Continues singing his little ditty and prepares to help slice the creature into more manageable morsels for his compatriot.
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Skarvek saw that his options were very limited so he chose to sing a song extolling the questionable virtues of the sailor and his conquest of both sea and bedsheets. It was jaunty at least. [Ooc]INSPIRE!!![\OOC]
"Sounds like a sound plan. You open the doors and I'll fill them with arrows."
Sits and takes his healing like a good boy.
"So. Will be tracking down a cult that worked with another cult under a third cult to do evil things. Got it, I will make sure to spruce that up a bit before we are immortalized in song.
"Seems like we will be facing monsters everywhere we go." Skar shook his head, a little of the hero wonder wearing off of the grand adventure.
Miriam is out of surgery and stable. She can come home on Friday and she is on bed rest and low activity for the next eight weeks. How you keep a five year old on low activity I will never know.
Skar looked dumbstruck as Nigel entered. His elven eyes followed the young man every step of the way, his ears perked and twitched as the half-elf spoke. Through it all, his tongue was still as the grave. Finally, as he was addressed directly, he coughed and uttered a few stumbling words. "Pleasure was all mine... Is... Is mine. Pleasure is all mine "
I need to update, but I will be scarce this week. My youngest daughter is going in for a procedure to repair a hole in her heart and I am going to be focused on her recuperation. She is going to need a few months, but the first week will be the toughest with her not being allowed home.
Paizo has been weirdly eating some of my posts the past three days. Half elf son sounds about right, semi-absentee father due to the sea.
Skarvek was busy moving through the crowd. How exciting, a barbarian attack.
Sounds good. Going to have to find a reason to keep Skar going without his big reason for sticking around.
"Water valves sound good. Might as well keep pushing through and not go opening things we can't unopen.
"Curious. Things just keep getting more and more interesting. If any of us survive this intact, the saga I will write will be known by every child in the world."
From his position guarding the rear, Skar finds he must quickly cover the ground lost. Thankfully his elvish legs carry him at a speed most would call a dead run and he would term an amble. Blade drawn he calls up the magic inherent in his tune.
Looks at his empty quiver with a bit of sadness. "Well my friends, looks like it is just the blade for me till we make town once more. Unless we find a fletcher down here around some lost corner."
-2 close range.
Waits patiently for Tung to do what he was good at. It would not do to distract the lad. A smile tinge of pride was felt as he watched the... man... yes, have to remember. Man... not boy.
"Lead the way my feline friend." He smiled and bowed in an exaggerated measure.
Works on retrieving his fishing line first. Retrieves the rope by climbing up, tying one end to himself, and lowering himself down slowly so they have the whole rope. Afterwards he follows behind the others.
Quickly ties off the line to the rope and pulls it up and over before tying a loop in the rope and running the through end through. As long as nothing happens to the rope he will pull it through so the tied loop pulls tight around the last few rungs and give it a quick tip to make sure the ladder doesn't just come down.
"Anyone got a rope?"
Skarvek reaches into his pouch and measures out about 70' of fishing line, give or take a few feet. Cutting it off he ties one end to an arrow and the other end to his powerful bow. A few seconds and he is taking aim at a point between the third and forth rung before releasing his arrow. All the while he hums an inspiring shanty about a dog and a bone...
Nice thinking outside the box.
"Sounds about right for this horror show. So... keep moving on?" He said as he counted his remaining ammunition.
"You want me to put an arrow up there, just to see if it is a problem or not?" The old sailor asked as he eyed the blackness.
Skarvek waits to hear what is decided. He does not have an opinion on cursed vaults one way or the other, or if he does he chooses to leave them unvoiced.
"I'm sure it says something like abandoned hope all year who enter, or only step on the blue tiles in the next room." The older elf offered. Whatever it said it would not matter now.
Skar waits for someone a little more learned in such manners to read the script. He was becoming less and less comfortable with this little adventure the longer it went on.
"As long as we don't find out this was a enclosed offshoot and the door we are about to check leads deeper into the complex."
"Probably already headed off to do more evil now that yhe path is clear... hopefully it at least left something useful?" Skarvek opined as he started quietly looking around just in case.
Skarvek takes a few steps back and watches the situation. "Usually helps if you offer something when you want something."
Having nothing else to do he will hold an arrow to his bow and wait.
Will do as soon as I get home today.
It hasn't attacked yet so ready bow, ready action to attack if it does. Wait to see what happens.
Ah, elder evil cat in the hat. Well played.
I want it to be know, I am always readying an action to nope out if they ipen a vault and unleash Yog-sathoth. King in Yellow and Shub Nigurrath are acceptable alternativw triggers.
"Onward to glory and riches... or stopping a great evil, whichever we do it will make a good epic."
Watches and prepares to run if it all blows up in their face.
"glad to see you alive lads. I was not looking forward 5o informing your next of kin you had met a gruesome fate." Skar looked very pleased to see Tung alive. "You just pull levers... wait, who is Geristonomos?"
"Well... we have a plan. Who wants honor of the first pull?"
"Either pull it or get out of there, I am not planning on breathing my last breath in this mad house so we better make it quick.No telling what that bell gonna bring in to shore."
"Don't look at me, I just sail ships and shoot a bow once in a while. Crazy land traps in a death maze is a bit out of my normal." He stares at the situation, not having the deep connection the others did with the now dead man.
Watching intently, bow at the ready. "I'm sure your mum will be proud to hear of the holes her boy has stuck his head into. Right soldier's life and hero's tale."
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